Eglinton Terrace. Just off Queens Drive in Glasgow. The second city of the Empire. Queen Victoria rules over these lands where the sun never sets. Our local park is named after another Royal, Mary Queen of Scots. Its simply called Queen’s Park.
Its 1867. A beautiful Tuesday evening and I’m off to the meeting. Our band of brothers have decided to form a club based on a new sport. It’s called football.
Many of us are from Speyside. A valley of unrivalled malts. A place conjuring the essence of Scotland. Fresh air. Clean water. Beautiful landscapes. And of course the water of life.
In Glasgow it’s different. Our adopted home. Nearly a million people condensed into a few square miles. It’s the age of the horse and cart. Everyone has a story or two to tell.
The clock ticks to 8:30pm. 13 of us meeting in a grand room in Dick’s Bar. We can’t stop talking. We are all excited. We have to come up with a name and a mission. There were calls for “The Northern”, “Morayshire” and “The Celts”. However Mr. Grant proposed an alternative due to its proximity to our new headquarters.
Our first agreement was to create “Queens Park Football Club” and our mission is to provide recreation and amusement to all of its members.
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